Here is how I cook ribs in the Bradley Smoker:
Last night, my kids had the choice of whether to spend the afternoon playing with friends, or going to a movie with me. They picked going with me, hands down. I want to remember that.
Yesterday, at Grant’s basketball game, someone sheepishly asked me who was playing in the Superbowl. Of course I didn’t know, but never fear, I have an iPhone! Thrashing around between Google, Wikipedia, and superbowl.com, I couldn’t find anything (although the failure with superbowl.com may have been because of the lack of a flash player for the iPhone). On the way out, we asked three more adults, and nobody knew. Kickoff is pretty much now, and I still don’t know.
Metaphysical conundrum
I take it back. He’s been doing it all morning, and now it’s starting to get on my nerves.
Someone I don’t know just rode a bike past my office. I have an interior office on the third floor, with carpet and all that. I love working close to the holidays!
I’m in the San Jose airport, waiting to board a plane back home, using the free wi-fi. A bishop in full mitre and robes just walked past me. I don’t know whether or not it was a Halloween costume.
